| It's three in the morning and I thought of you. Interogating eyes that penatrate through and through. Memories of our time together, times anew. Chaotic spasms and eyes rolled back into oblivion, only to note the passage of time through the beats of your heart. I run my fingers over the scars in my heart, faintly smiling, enjoying the morbidity, then I cry. Of all the things I have done, I kept myself from life, protecting the innocent from my vile touch. I've always felt myself poision, which, in turn, made me caustic to the world: To the touch, to see, to hear, to smell, to taste. The bitterest gaul is what I've concocted within my heart. Chaotic spasms and penatrating eyes look upon my venamous heart, only to surmise individual moments of surprise. Oh how I've changed under those blue eyes. You know of some of the things that has cast hell upon me. No feelings, only numbness. Reawaken the joys of childhood and set me free. |